Enkavma moved through a field, the tall, dry grasses tickling at his nose. He was taller than them, but only by a little bit. A very little bit. Still, he loved this field, being able to move through a golden ocean, hooves kicking up dirt with every step. It was perfect. He didn't think too much about why.
The grasses brushed against the fire-like markings on his hide, caressing, like they new that a fire, here, would mean the end of their world. The end of everything in this little field, at least until the rains came and the grasses started anew from the ashes. It was poetic. It made him smile.
It made him want to see how the fire would rage across the glade, devouring everything in it's path. Enka giggled a bit and reared back to get a better look at the area around him. Of course, it wasn't something he would ever do. Not only because such a foolish action might cost him his own life, but it would take the lives of many other. Small little creatures lived in the grasses and the forest beyond. Soquili might try to come and fight the fire (another foolish action in his opinion, who could think to tame the rage of a fire?). He moved through the glade easily, knowing that one day, fire would ravage it because it was inevitable, but he was not the one to act as that spark. He would be there when it changed, because he loved to watch things change. But he would not start it. Enka wouldn't interfere with the path of the fire, except maybe to help those fleeing it's wrath and to get of its way himself, but he wouldn't change the change and have it be something other than it is.
Enka passed out of the glade, into darkness. The canopy was thick here. It almost made him seem like he was on fire, a bright light in the darkness. He moves almost silently, hooves crushing damp leaves below. There was very little in the way of underbrush here, too dark, not enough sun. It was wet, though, like the trees held on to all the water they could.
The foal knew where he was going, the only other place our here that he checked for changes. He would be sad if he missed them, but still rejoice in their happening.
The river.
It was strange to have so dry a field so close to a wide, calm river. Enka kept walking until he reached the edge of the riverbank, earth crumbling under his feet, sending bits down the drop into the water below. It was only around two feet, easy enough to get down if he wanted to drink. But the waters here were deceptive. They looked smooth and glassy, almost like you could walk across it without getting more than your hooves wet. The trees were reflected along with the little bits of sunlight that made it through. The water, though, was deep. Deep enough that a full sized stallion would vanish completely into the depths if they weren't careful. There were no rocks here, nothing to keep anyone from slipping completely, and permanently into the water. And the water just rushed by without even a concern for things that might be.
Depending on the time of year, the water was closer or further away from the top of the bank, sometimes leaping over it in playful, deadly bounds, to soak everything nearby. Or drown it. Water was no less merciful than fire. And Enka wanted to see it, see it swarm over the banks and take down trees so old that they were old when his Grandmother was young. Of course, he didn't want to be in its way, and like the fire, would help those trying to get out of the water's path, but he still wanted to see it.
So lost in his thoughts was he that he almost didn't hear a splash from slightly upriver. Ears perking, he scanned the water with bright eyes, finding a place that rippled rather than flowed smoothly. He held his breath, wondering what had fallen in the river. Would it sink down so fast that he would never know, or would it bob to the surface for a moment, a chance for him to see it?
Enka shifted, careful not to go tumbling into the water himself, but eager to see what new things were changing.
Then his heart dropped to the ground, eyes flaring wide in horror. The thing responsible for the splash had surfaced, and it was crying. There were no words, just pure terror given voice. Enka couldn't even make out what it was, only that it was small and that it wouldn't be able to keep its head above water long enough to reach shallower waters.
He wasted no time, carefully picking his way down the bank until his front hooves were sunk into the mud, water rushing by him, trying to tear him down, to send him to the deep black nothingness. Enka was stronger than that, though. He was made of fire, and he would not let a bit of water put him out.
Leaning over as far as he could into the open water, he waited. There would be only one chance here, one single moment when everything would change. It made his heart beat faster. Excitement? Fear? He didn't really know, but he was ready for it.
Fast as a snake, he reached out into the water, snagging something long and furry in his teeth before the water took a better hold on the two of them, pulling Enka down the bank for a few feet. He dug in, though, snorting water out of his nose, and pulling back as hard as he could.
It was give and take for a moment, leaving Enka unsure as to what the outcome would be, but the thing in the water had it's own plans, and folded in on itself, sinking small, very sharp claws into Enka's muzzle.
He nearly let go in surprise, jerking back at the sudden pain. This was not something he predicted, something he could have seen coming, and it brought a broad smile to his face and he used his momentum to pull himself from the grip of the river, a very small lion cub clinging to his face as if he was the only thing in the world. Maybe he was, at least to the small cub. After being suspended in the water, anything solid must have seemed like a relief.
The cub had its eyes closed tightly, body shaking, claws still embedded in Enka's face. Dropping the tail out of his mouth, what he had managed to grab in the water, he knew he was still smiling, but it was the best feeling. Change. At his desire.
"It's okay now. The water will not have you."
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'Psy' Kapetanios Psychros
Meaning: "Captain Cold" in Greek Type: Mutant Regular Acquired: Fire and Ice RP Contest by Ryuu! Family: Mate: Children:
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You Need To Chill Out! Username: DarkenWoodWolf Prompt Response: Sunlight never bothered him, not the way that he thought it would. It was warm, but he was cold. It made for a nice balance. Kapetanios Psychros took steady steps forward, large form moving with ease through then thin underbrush. It wasn't too warm here, not yet, but he had a feeling in the coming months, should he decide to stay in the area, he would be looking for mountain peaks, rather than this slow decent into a valley between them. Still, this was the path that creature took, so it was the path he would take. He would find her, it was just a matter of time.
And Psy, yeah, he could be patient.
There were faint scorch marks that showed her passing, just a bit of burned leaves here, or there. A singed stick. A paw print edged in black. Small things, but it made her easy to follow. Almost like she was leaving him a trail, like she was taunting him. Well, if that was her goal, it definitely worked. His pursuit was as inescapable as winter was. Perhaps she thought she was faster, or stronger, or just better than he. But he new the truth of it.
Heat and cold? Ice and Fire? Both powerful in their own rights, both equally and devastatingly weak to each other. Maybe that was why she had come after him in the first place. A preemptive strike? Trying to intimidate him, make him afraid, simply because she was. Perhaps. Or maybe she was just hot headed and needed to chill. Psy would never be able to tell. He had no affinity for fire, or those that lived by its sway.
Her attack, though, had taken him by surprise, though perhaps he should have expected it. It was the longest day of the year, what they called the Summer Solstice here. Psy supposed that it would make her feel more powerful, the day when it was the furthest winter. Still, waiting until that Solstice was foolhearty. Though it may have been a type of power for the fire creature, it was also the turning point when summer started the inevitable decent into winter. Every day, the cold got stronger while the warm got weaker.
Psy wouldn't wait until the Solstice, for his solstice, to finish this little game the other had started. No, he didn't need too. After all, ice was not his only strength. It would protect him from the fire, for a bit, sure, and the ice, his ice, would make very neat little scratches on her fur, so that his poisons could work against her. It was something that he was taught a long time ago, by parents he could barely remember. The right combination of plants and herbs and he wouldn't have to rely on his strength alone to defeat his enemies. Just one scratch, one break in the skin, using the spines of ice along his back and tail, or the horn on his head, when coated with the poison, would make sure that he would always win.
Now, he wasn't actually going to kill her with what he had planned. Just make her... unable to fight him until he found someplace he could put her on ice for a while. After all, it wouldn't due to finish her off without some answers as to why she had attacked him, and lead him on this wretched chase to begin with. All he had to do was catch her, now, and like the ice do the rest. With a smirk, he descended, making his way carefully down the slope. Perhaps this would turn out to be a nice day after all.
